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[brendan]

OPEN.

In all honesty, Brendan Slater would admit that he hadn't touched an owl in his entire stay at Hogwarts. Sinful, perhaps, but Brendan had chosen the Muggle way of contacting home - via cellphone. Which would explain his more than frequent visits to the Muggle Electronics Room, aka the MER. Going slightly off-topic here, Brendan thought that MER was a funny name indeed. For instance, the word mermaid and merman, and merpeople, all started with MER, yet in no way were they related. Brendan had an odd sense of thinking.

Anyway, back on track. So with the problem that he had yet to touch an owl, Bren had decided to rectify said situation immediately. So with a piece of parchment in hand, as well as a newly-bought quill, Brendan had sat himself down in the Mihael common room, trying to phrase a letter. All day, he had sat in the overstuffed armchair, waiting for inspiration to hit him. So that he could actually write a letter to his mom and Darcy, explaining that all was well. Yet, nothing appeared on the parchment. Everything he had to tell them, he had done it over the phone.

Gods. There were times, like this, when Brendan wished he didn't blabber everything to his family. Left him nothing new to talk about. Sighing, he finally sat up, himself having in the span of time, settled himself such that he was lying instead of sitting. His hands extended into the air, he stretched. Gods was he tired. And stiff. How long had he been sitting there? A glance to the clock affirmed that he had basically wasted his whole afternoon away doing nothing. A frown evident on his face as he ran a hand through his brown hair, he curled his legs towards him, before stretching it out. They weren't numb, on a pleasant side.

He eyed the windows on the common room, spotting the sunset appearing over the hills. Ah, it was a beautiful sight indeed. As the Mihael stifled a slight yawn, he walked over to the window, his eyes taking in the sunset. It was beautiful indeed. At that moment, a brilliant idea hit him. Perhaps a walk, that would help clear things up, and inspire a muse into him. He nodded as the idea formed into his mind, and turned on his heel.

The Portrait door closed in his wake.

He arrived at Rickety Pier; he hadn't been here before, truth to be told. Well, first times were usually the best, and as Bren sat down, at the edge of the pier, he felt very at ease. The natural feeling of the place reached him, and as he exhaled a breath he didn't even know he had been retaining, he cast a downward glance at the piece of parchment still with him. Empty it was, and as he frowned at the sight of it, he flexed his fingers, resting his weight on the arms propped beside him.

He would start soon. Soon enough. But for now... He still required a muse.

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“Arrrrwwwaattttchhhhouuuutttt,”came the shrilled calls off Nort Flowers as he hurtled over across the sky, braking many sticky outie tree branches as he dangerously flew inches above and over a boy upon the pier. Out of control and clearly going faster then he’d intended Nort was thankful to at least not collide into the boy however being so he was still not out of the clear yet.

With both hands clung sternly to the thinned single piece of wood, his legs thrown out before, Nort resembled that of a child riding a tricycle for the first time down a hill. Only thing was he was in the air and scared shitless. Why am I doing this! Oohh crappp
He was stuck and with no experience in flying then what he was doing right now, he didn’t know how to slow down or stop.

With a sudden jerk, Nort’s broom plunged into the lake. As if invisible tentacles had reached up and grasped his hands and pulled him into the lake. He barely had time to take a breath. Now, immures in murky green water, not quiet sure which way was up and which was down, breath running out he was suddenly filled with the urge to close his eyes and go to sleep. [/size]

[brendan]

OMG someone replied! :]

He had been rather at peace, thank you very much. The cool air plus the sound of nature had relaxed him tremendously, and as he massaged his sore arms - from staying in a position too long - he felt oddly relieved. Yes, Brendan Slater could probably spend his entire day out here without giving a damn about the world. Oddly though, this was somehow short lived. Yes, he says short-lived, because at that exact moment, a shriek, or what he thought was a shried, was heard from the bushes.

A shriek which caused Bren to suddenly turn his head, and with that sudden movement had resulted in a very sore neck for the poor boy. Blinking as he tried to figure what the commotion was about, he barely had time to duck, as a boy on a broom came flying towards him, and fast. He covered his head, lying flat on the ground, and felt the bristles of the broom scrape his head slightly. 'Bloody hell,' he breathed in disbelief. Gods, he almost been rammed. With the broom pass him, Bren sat up, turning to see what on Earth was happening.

He saw that the boy had little control of the broom. And he meant little, since Nort - being his name yet Brendan didn't know - was basically screeching his head off. An unpleasant sound, but nontheless motivated Bren to try and grasp the end of his broom, in hopes of trying to stop the fast-moving broom. He failed in his attempt, and watched as Nort was tossed into the water, following his broom.

Panic entered Bren's mind. What should he do? He could try swimming, yeah right, and do what? Bren wasn't exactly a strong swimmer. He could try conjuring rope and pulling Nort out. Oh yeah, like that was going to happen. He didn't know the spell. Frowning as he tried to think of ideas, nothing else struck him. So it seemed that the best alternative was to jump in and help the boy out. Kicking off his sneakers he had work out, and rolling up his sleeves roughly, Bren did a diver's jump into the water, his glasses - useless when underwater - left on the shore. He kicked towards Nort, and taking a breath, submerged. He saw that the other was about to fall asleep, and panic once again entered the boy's mind. He did a few kicks towards Nort, and grasping him by the shoulder, he expended a lot of energy trying to pull him out.

At last though, they hit surface, and Bren's shriveled lungs took in the fresh air, oxygen mainly, in greedily.

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[flowers]

Oh he'd never felt such an over whelming urge to just close his eyes and let go. Nort was not usually the one to just give up and he frowned internally at himself for wanting to, he'd forever tell this story with great confusion. Nort may not be a Gryffindor but he considered himself brave…enough…

He believed he was a fighter despite his stronger creative shy side. When push came to shove he was sure he’d be stubborn enough to do what needed to be done.

Then with a firm grasp something took him by under the arms and was tugging him in an upward motion, for reasons unknown Nort did not fight it nor did he help. He was sure he was being pulled down and was not scared...he felt so drowsy....his head was hurting without oxygen he couldn’t take it anymore and soon his head dropped and his eyes closed.

Dam it where am i? he wondered as when he opened his eyes he stood in a field filled with rainbows and meows. Surrounding him were white unicorns, smiling and prancing about him. They were so many, he’d never seen so many unicorns, his hearts almost exploded as tears welled in his eyes. “Hello Nort,” one of them said in a voice that sounded like the stupid voice Gryphon put on when she made a man voice, “Welcome to unicorn land? How are you today?”
“Oh hello,” he replied, “I’m not to bad, I…is this your world??” he asked looking round the magical bright land. “I didn’t know you all lived under the lake?!”
“Oh yes Nort Flowers, unicorns have many secrets that humans don’t know!” the unicorn replied.
“You know my name?” Nort whispered with delight to himself, “Really, oh you have to tell me, you’re my favorite animal oh please tell me your secrets!” Nort said excitedly.
“We have been waiting for you Nort Flowers, we have much to discuss.” And winked at Nort, “Please follow me to the great unicorn chambers” and it turn to prance away. Nort tried to follow but he couldn’t move. His legs were stuck and the unicorn was growing furthurand further away. Reaching out an arm in desperation, “Wait, I’m stuck help me!”
The unicorn never looked back but said only, “When you are ready you will be able to follow!”
“NO WAIT” he cried out as he desperately tried to free his legs. “Wait, come back! …come back!” [/size]

occ: yay another mihael boy!! =]

[grobanitexd]

[[ooc: We can add a Mihael girl to the mix.]]

Aaliyah was not one to really think clearly whenever things got a little crazy. That was because she was usually the one causing the commotion. But craziness was something any Mihael would understand. It's a Mihael thing, you wouldn't understand. However, luckily, she was almost always able to think clearly when there was some danger involved. That was probably because Liyah was so into danger. Well, not to the point that she could kill herself.

She was walking toward Walker Lake just out of boredom when she saw a broom slip by her. She jumped out of the way, nearly dropping to the ground out of shock. She looked up, swearing. "Honestly. If someone can't learn how to decently fly a broom, they shouldn't," she muttered as she stood up straighter and kept going. However, her frown turned into a face of shock as she saw the person on the broom fly right into the lake.

"Holy hell!" Aaliyah screamed as she dropped her bag and sprinted toward the Rickety Pier. She saw someone jump into the water after the person who had flown in. By the time she got the pier she could tell that it was Brendan who had dove in after the person. And that person who Brendan was gripping onto was-

"Oh, my God. Nort!" Aaliyah cried as she got to her knees and reached out her hand for Brendan. But everyone knew for sure that there would be no way that she could even try to lift those guys up. Taking a deep breath, Aaliyah thought of her possible options. Then, surprisingly, she thought of magic and pulled out her wand. She pointed it toward Nort's body, as Brendan could probably hold on a bit longer. Then she muttered, "Wingardium Leviosa" and prayed that Nort's body would leviate out of the water.

Luckily, for her, it did. Then Aaliyah let him lay down on the pier. She stared over Nort as he layed on the pier. "Wake up, Nort," she said, desperately.

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It was with mixed emotions that Nort's eyes sprung open. Finding himself wet, lying on something gritty and possibly dirty and no longer in unicorn land. His first initial reaction was to frown as he coughed a hand full of water out of his mouth. Someone was calling his name and he groaned in dissatisfaction. His back and head were pounding and he was sure if just lay here a little long with his eyes shut the pain would just go away. [/size]

OCC: short and sweet and yes a mihael girl can join too if u wish

[brendan]

Aaliyah to the rescue! ;D
And post longerrr.
;D
Hehe, I'm a choosy person.

He was struggling. The idea of another weight on him was making him bob up and down in the water, and it wasn't like he was strong or anything, himself barely managing to stay above surface. At the moment, he heard a voice, mumbled words at least. And instantly he was relieved of the weight that was Nort. Now, having more energy, he managed to make his way towards the pier, and as he broke through the surface, he reached up and held onto the wooden platform, resting for a while.

When he felt he had enough energy, he pushed himself up onto the pier, and lay there, for sometime, taking in oxygen he had taken for granted for so long in many parts. Gods, it was good to breathe again. When he finally felt he was stable, he turned his head, angling it towards the other two - he assumed there were two anyway. He noticed Aaliyah - many classes with her after all. And then he spotted the one he had attempted to rescue. Standing up shakily, he made his way slowly to them, his brown eyes barely being able to make out anything with the lack of glasses.

'Liyah?' The first word that escaped his mouth, in a rather hoarse tone. The water had really done it for him. As the Mihael boy stared at the scene, he gazed around for his glasses, which he couldn't find. 'Did you see my glasses?' She seemed like the only one that was clear at the moment, in the head and all. So it was right to ask her, was it not?

Well, he hoped so.

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[grobanitexd]

[[ooc: Nice to feel loved. ]]

"Oh, my god. Nort, you idiot!" Aaliyah cried out of both relief and anger. She shook her head and tried to turn his head to the side. If he coughed up any more water, it would easily come out rather than sit in his throat. Indeed, they were lucky that Aaliyah could think straight in crazy situations.

When Nort closed his eyes again, Aaliyah grabbed his wrist, attempting to feel a pulse. With her other hand, she opened up one of his eyelids, calling his name. "Wake up, Goddamnit!" was all she could say, still feeling her heart thump. She glanced over at Brendan, glad to see that he was able to get out without her help.

"You okay, Bren?" she asked, shaking slightly. Aaliyah let Nort's eyelid close again and held onto his hand. "That was amazing what you did. Hopefully, he'll be okay."

She could only stare at him. He looked like he was in a lot of pain. Obviously, a lack of oxygen was going to take a bit of a toll on his body. Aaliyah shook her head as she listened to Brendan's question. She looked up and around, even glancing in the water.

"No, I don't see your glasses," she said simply, sitting up straighter. "Did you dive in with them on?"

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He wasn’t sure how long he lay laying still and eyes closed once more. He heard Aaliyah and another, unknowingly his rescuer. Nort’s eyes fluttered open this time, finding Aaliyah’s blinking eyes staring worried into his own. “Liyah?” he murmured as sense sparkled in his brain as his eyes wondered onto the wet figure of a young man asking for his glasses. “Where am I?”

Sitting up slowly, wincing slightly and grabbing at his side, Nort finally made eye contact with the young man who’d jumped in after him. “I think these belong to you!” he said spotting a pair of black glasses and holding them up for the boy to take. “You jumped in for me?” Nort thought it best to stay sitting then get up to shake the boys hand. “I’m Nort and by the looks of it I owe you big time”[/size]

Occ: sorry it took me so long

[brendan]

He felt sore, and stupid. Well, it hadn't been his fault after all, since first reactions for a Muggle-born was probably to dive in and save the guy. But if you were a wizard, yeah. He probably should have used the spell and wouldn't have exhausted himself. But too late, no use crying over what was spilt milk. He rubbed his eyes gently, themselves stinging slightly since the water had entered his eyes. He blinked, nodding when she asked whether he was okay. 'I've been better, but I'll live.' A wry smile, as she complimented him.

'Anyone would do that. I was rather dumb not to use the Wingardium Leviosa spell though,' he said with a sheepish grin, before running a hand through his hair. When she told him that his glasses weren't there, his jaw dropped. 'I left them here, I swear I did...' A tinge of panic in his voice, since he basically relied on his glasses when it came to most matters. A force of habit, he swore.

Just then, another voice spoke up, stating that his glasses were with him. He turned his head, and grinned when he saw the black specs in the boy's hands. Big strides taken, as he arrived beside Nort, and grinned. 'Thanks man.' The familiar feel of plastic in his fingers, as he slipped them onto his face, and brushed stray strands of hair out of his face.

He nodded when Nort asked whether he had jumped in for him. Course he had, what'd you expect? He returned to handshake, since it was the only reaction he had, and waved off what he said next. 'I'm Brendan, and you don't owe me nothing much, really.' A bright grin, as he crossed his legs and looked at Liyah, who was on the other side of Nort.

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[grobanitexd]

Aaliyah finally breathed a sigh of relief as Nort sat up. Even though she knew he was exhausted from that near death experience, she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight. All she could mutter was "I'm so glad you're okay."

When he began talking in longer sentences and found the glasses, Liyah sat back on and shook her head. She smiled up at Brendan, glad to see that he was doing fine as well. "No, it wasn't stupid of you to not use the spell. I just thought of the spell because when Avery was in trouble, I had to carry him up to the hospital wing with that spell. Oh, and that time Gryph was stuck in that bush, didn't you use Wingardium Leviosa, Nort?"

She sighed and frowned at Nort. "What the hell do you think you were doing?" she yelled out of pure concern. "You nearly bloody drowned, crazy!" She was still trying to get her heart to slow down after adrenaline got it beating so fast that she could feel each thump. Her breathing was still a quick and shallow as she tried to control that. It almost sounded like she was crying. Almost.

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Nort shook the hand of a very wet Brendan, “thank you, perhaps a drink down at the pub sometime” he smiled as Aaliyah wrapped her arms round his neck, Nort responding unconsciously with a pat on her back as he kept eye contact with Brendan. “Yeah don’t worry about the magic thing,” Nort reassured as he was let go of and looked at carefully. “It will come when we’re older. Being a pure blood I’ve grown up around magic and I have to admit its not the first thing I resort to when I should” he smiled. Nort’s head may be hurting be he definitely had not lost in sense of humor.


His attentions were soon taken from his rescuer to Aaliyah who now was looking rather sternly at him. “nothing….” She had mentioned Gryphon and Nort was reminded of why he’d been on the broom in the first place. “I was…practicing…” he admitted slowly not giving everything away but Nort was now drawn to a more pressing point, “you ok?” he asked her softly, leaning in to whisper in her ear. Her upset was clear and it touched Nort to see how worried she was about him. He didn't know what to say. Instead he reached out and took her chin gently in his finger tips, tilting her head toward his own and said “It’s ok…I’m fine” , giving her a warm smile. “Promise I will never, never, ever, ever, never ever do that again!”[/size]

[grobanitexd]

"It's not that windy," Aaliyah muttered. "How did you end up on your broom all the way over here?" She figured as he was a better flier than she was, considering he had 'grown up around magic.' She glanced back out at the lake where the broom was now floating. It was probably ruined. No wood should ever be drowned in a body of water.

Her attention was brought back with Nort's whisper. She smiled, not the smirk, but a full smile. What mattered was that he was okay. When his fingers touched her chin, Liyah could swear that she would have melted at the spot. "You better not do that again," she whispered back.

Play it cool, McKenzie, said her conscience, as the gossip column flashed in the back of her mind. Wondering if Nort had read it yet, Aaliyah quickly sat back. She brushed her blonde hair out of her face. "You're crazy, Flowers," she said, nodding. "But at least you're all right now. And you owe us each a cookie or two."

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"I was..." he went to answer but hesitated and it wasn't because of the gossip column. Nort was yet to read or be told about that little bit of information, for Aaliyah was his friend and he never thought that she liked him more then that. In Nort's point of view, he wouldn't consider anything more unless asked, he never thought about that stuff to be honest. It was suck an awkward thing really. Nort had never had a girlfriend before and the idea was still a mystery to him. No, Nort needed to be asked for him to properly assess his true feelings for the person as it was never something he usually did alone.

“I don’t know” he lied knowing all to well that he hated flying and was trying to practise but had lost complete control and fell off like he’d expected all along. “It just went all weird on me” this was true but he didn’t want to admit to never liking flying and having no idea what he was doing.

Nort peered over at the floating piece of stick in the wood and thought evil thoughts about it, hating every bit of the tiny wooden thing. “I wont be doing that again, believe you me!” and put a hand on Aaliyah as he tried to stand up now.[/size]

[grobanitexd]

Aaliyah frowned. She was not sure whether Nort did not know or that he really did not want to say what happened. She could not really tell from where she was standing at the time what had happened. She sighed as he used her to get up. Then she, too, pulled herself up.

"You better not be doing that again," Liyah said, shaking her head. "I swear I was going to just pass out then when I realized it was you who hit the water."

She glanced at Bren who had been quiet for the moment. She tilted her head to the side and stared at him. "Are you okay?" she asked.